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18 December 2021

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What a beautiful and cherished gift you received.
Monogrammed anything is so lovely.
I enjoy everything you share with us
God bless our loved ones in Heaven and those we love here on Earth.
Love Jeanne

Parting with objects that belonged to a deceased child is incredibly difficult. How Leon's mother must have wept as she held them in the hands that once held her beloved son! The gift you received is so precious and it is obvious that you are aware of the treasure she entrusted to you. What a lovely post.
Blessings at Christmas! -mary

These silver pieces are gorgeous. I also have a great uncle who was killed in WWI. His grandparents had moved to the United States from the Alsace and, ironically, he was killed just a short distance from where his grandparents had lived before moving.

What a precious testament....

Leon, loved and honored through time…

so beautiful... living in the space and place where familial love abounds with younger generations living in and around it these are priceless items - such a beautiful gift from your bonne mere .

Beautiful! Cherished memories!

Corey, thank you for sharing this touching story. It’s important that we pass on the love that was shared in our families and remember, especially, this young man who served his country at such a tender age.

Beautiful keepsake of Leon's life.

Jeanne is correct, in her comment, above: monogrammed items are so lovely. And like Jeanne, I enjoy everything you share with us. Thanks for taking the time to blog.
God bless.

Welcome, Leon.

What a family treasure. Holding that silver in your hands, one is reminded of the sacrifice made by this young man and his entire family.
Thinking of you & your family in this Christmas season.

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